Pigging Out

The aged farmer and his wife were leaning against the edge of the pigpen when the old woman wistfully recalled that the next week would mark their golden wedding anniversary.

Let's have a party, Jethro, she suggested. Let's kill the pig.

The farmer scratched his grizzled head.
Gee, Elvira, he finally answered, I don't see why the pig should take the blame for something that happened fifty years ago.